White For Light. White For Love. White

Memories Were Moving Pictures In Which Meaning Was Constantly In Flux. They Were Stories People Told Themselves.

Jack Leaped Over The Gate, His Sword Aflame. To Vanquish His Foe And Rescue His Love.

Remember All Fairy Tales End At Some Point.

That Morning, She Had Found An Envelope Stuffed Into Her Locker. It Was From The Mercer Hotel, And Held A Plastic Door Key For Their Suite. "see You There Tonight," Oliver Had Written. "chomp! Chomp!

Trust Me To Return To You." "i Will Wait Forever. However Long It Takes.